gluttony over idealism
Overtime in this luxurious machine
Cubicle’s full of white scrubbly notes
hair’s receding and stomach keeps bulging
this linen clothes and khaki black pants
Where’s the so called triumphant demon of the angst went
Or the cynical shock-writer with a sword sharp pen
As far as the purplish mirror reflects
This clown’s dreams has been washed ashore
But fear not whitey the circus will come
and your show will the most extravagant
so grab everything and eat what you receive
Today’s greed is tomorrow’s need
